Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 306 The Little Nun 34

Would you do this with your brothers?

With a sudden burst of strength, he pulled the person in front of him, and their lips met.

The kiss, tinged with the smell of alcohol and the chill of the night, instantly petrified the man. Ling Yi watched with satisfaction as his pupils suddenly contracted, smiling like a fox who had stolen a chicken.

After the prank was over, she raised her hand and gave it a gentle push.

The incredibly brave general was abruptly pushed aside by her, staggering a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

"She's gone to sleep."

This body's resistance to alcohol is really not good. Ling Yi raised her hand and waved to the person behind her, then stumbled back to her room.

She threw a huge rock heavily onto the lake, and before the ripples subsided, she left without a trace, leaving only the lake water to tremble.

Under the influence of alcohol, she slept exceptionally well that night.

But when he woke up the next day, he found someone standing there in the courtyard, looking dazed.

His shoulders were covered in morning dew, and he stood motionless like a stone statue, staring blankly in the direction of her room.

Ling Yi paused, then quickly quickened her pace: "Why are you standing here?"

Upon hearing her question, Xue Zhen seemed to be unleashed, moving his incredibly painful leg and letting out a cry.

He didn't answer Ling Yi's question, staring intently at her: "Do you remember what you did last night?"

He hadn't intended to stand there for so long; he was just recalling that kiss, wondering if Ling Yi would remember what she did while drunk when she woke up, whether it was just to tease him, and whether she would deny it...

All sorts of chaotic thoughts kept echoing in his mind. He even forgot to walk back to his own room, and stood in front of her room like a madman, waiting for her to come to her senses and for her to give him an answer.

Ling Yi was both amused and exasperated. She helped the man, who was clearly unsteady on his feet, sit down on a stone bench: "You stood all night just for this?"

The numbness and tingling in his legs finally subsided with movement, and Xue Zhen felt as if countless people were whipping his legs with vinegar-soaked whips. He endured the pain and grabbed Ling Yi's wrist: "This is very important to me, do you... remember?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Ling Yi, not missing a single micro-expression of hers.

The eyes of someone who had experienced war, been on the battlefield, and whose hands were stained with countless dropes of blood, were terrifyingly innocent at this moment.

Ling Yi suddenly covered his eyes, her warm hands covering his slightly cool eyelids.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped him. Xue Zhen blinked uncomfortably, then froze in place like a statue.

The soft, passionate kiss from last night, the one he had savored countless times, was relived in this moment.

The darkness made Xue Zhen unable to tell whether he was dreaming or if such a wonderful thing was truly happening to him.

"I remember." The next moment, the clear voice in his ear pulled his soul back from mid-air and finally brought his joy to a solid ground.

Xue Zhen suddenly grabbed that wrist, pulling the person who had worried him all night into his arms, wishing he could meld her into his own body.

His head rested on Ling Yi's shoulder, and Ling Yi could clearly feel his rapid breathing and anxious swallowing.

Ling Yi suddenly found him rather cute, so she placed her hand on his strong, broad back and gently comforted him.

"stupid."

Her voice was so soft that it sounded more like flirting than a reprimand.

Xue Zhen closed his eyes, letting himself immerse himself in the softness, and after a long while he muttered, "I'm afraid I'm dreaming."

He has no other talents besides fighting, so how could he believe that such a capable person would actually like him?

She even... kissed herself.

At this moment, Xue Zhen finally snapped out of his shock and understood the tenderness and intimacy that kiss had brought.

His ears gradually turned red, and he held Ling Yi's arm tightly, refusing to let go. He then said righteously, "We haven't had the proper betrothal ceremony, how can we..."

"Snapped."

The sound of her slapping the back of his head was crisp and clear. Ling Yi was both amused and exasperated: "That's enough, don't act innocent after getting the benefit!"

You could use a fan by sticking a tail on it, and you're still lecturing her about morality and shame?

Xue Zhen leaned on Ling Yi's shoulder after being patted, no longer acting coy.

His breath gently brushed against Ling Yi's neck, bringing a touch of tranquil tenderness.

After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

As soon as Ling Yi looked up, she saw Master Xu rushing over.

Looking up at the sky, it's time to get to work.

It's normal for Master Xu to come looking for her since he didn't see her.

The only abnormal thing was the person she was holding in her arms.

Master Xu stepped through the moon gate, his words about to spill from his mouth, but were silenced by the intimate actions of the two people at that moment.

He watched as Hao Da nestled in Ling Yi's arms, like a rabbit hugging a bear, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but in the end, he didn't utter a single word.

Under Ling Yi's gaze, he cupped his hands in greeting, turned and left without a word.

Although government affairs are important, the young couple is in love, so it's best for this old man not to bother them.

It wasn't that he was afraid the general would hang him on the flagpole; it was mainly because he was naturally good at reading people's expressions.

"Alright." After everyone left, Ling Yi patted Xue Zhen on the shoulder: "Didn't we make a fool of ourselves?"

She didn't believe Xue Zhen hadn't heard the footsteps.

Xue Zhen reluctantly got up from Ling Yi's embrace, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at her: "So what if he saw it?"

"You'll be my wife, isn't it normal for us to be intimate?"

His thick, dark eyebrows furrowed: "It's him, seeing how close we are, why doesn't he leave? He really has no sense of propriety."

Ling Yi was amused by his self-righteous attitude and slapped him again: "No matter what you say, you're always right."

Xue Zhen snorted and muttered, "We'll get married after this battle. Then I can hug him however I want, and anyone who looks at me too long will be hung on the flag."

Ling Yi: "..."

"That's enough, don't say things like that."

I told you not to set ambitious goals, why didn't you listen?

Do you realize that what you're saying is on the same level as someone pulling out a photo of their family on the battlefield?

Being a young nun would be fine; she really didn't want to be a young widow.

She remains a widow.

"Go and get some rest, I have to get back to work." Looking up at the sky, Ling Yi thought of Master Xu, who was still working hard, and a rare sense of guilt rose in her heart.

She's here flirting and making this old man do all the work, it's really...

It would be great if more old men came.

Does that mean she doesn't need to be busy at all?

She has no conscience, but the person in her arms has even less: "Let Master Xu go about his business; he's used to being busy."

Ling Yi: "...You really are a good lord."

You're already behaving like a tyrant before even ascending the throne. You mustn't let your subordinates see you like this.